"Ms. Wyman?" the receptionist called out.
Jolene got up and raised her hand.
"Please follow me," the receptionist instructed. Jolene walked behind her, her high heels clacking on the tile floor. She tried to straighten out her suit, feeling nervous a the possible diagnosis.
The receptionist led her into an office, where Jolene took a seat in front of the desk. After a few minutes, Jolene's gynecologist, Dr. Karen Shoji, walked in. Jolene got up briefly to shake her hand and sat down quickly again as the doctor got settled at her desk.
She opened up a file. "Well, Jolene, it's exactly what we had expected."
Jolene let out a sigh as her lips started to tremble. "I knew this was bound to happen."
Dr. Shoji held up a hand. "Now Jolene, this is not the end of the world. We have some medication you can take for it. Have you been spotting at all?"
"Not the same as before," Jolene mumbled. "It's been like this for a year."
Dr. Shoji leaned back in her chair. "Don't think of this as the end. You're still in great health, and I don't see any noticeable change in your vitals. We can get through this together, okay?"
Jolene breathed heavily out her nose and nodded. "Can I call you?"
"Absolutely!" Dr. Shoji led her out the door to the hallway. "You can all at any time. I also want to schedule you for a mammogram. I think you're long overdue."
Jolene offered her hand, and Dr. Shoji shook it. "Thank you, doctor," she said, and left the office. She headed out of the office and to her car. When she got behind the wheel, she started to tear up.
Jolene reached into her purse and fumbled around for her phone. She figured Ronnie deserved to know. She sat and stared at her phone, unsure what to say. She finally dialed Ronnie.
"Hey, honey!" came the enthusiastic voice over the phone. "How did things go at the doctor's?"
Jolene took a breath in order to put on her brave voice. "I'm all right. Just a standard check-up."
"Oh, that's really good," replied Ronnie. "Hey, I'll be at your place tomorrow night, okay? I have to skip the gym tonight. I have to complete my CRM entries."
"Oh, uh, okay, dear," said Jolene. "I'll miss you."
"Aw, you're a sweetheart," she purred. She kissed over the phone. "I'll see you tomorrow night. Love you, babe!" She hung up.
Jolene lowered her phone. "I love you too." She put it back in her purse and gripped her steering wheel. She started to cry as she rested her head on the wheel.
Jolene went home, then ate some leftovers for dinner. She then went in to check on her weight in the bathroom.
158 pounds. "Darn it!" she exclaimed. This was five months after her competition season wrapped up, and this was also likely as heavy as she had ever been.
She slunk out to her bedroom and looked at herself in her full-length mirror. Although she still had her excellent muscle tone, she started to look and feel heavy. She took off all of her clothes and flexed her biceps. After a minute, she let her arms hang to the side.
She walked up to the mirror and stared at herself. "Fat," she sneered. "Fat and ugly. No one loves you." She started to get angry and frantic. She picked up a laundry basket full of clothes and hurled it across the room. She then looked back in the mirror. "
Fucking ugly cunt!
" She slapped herself in the face, then collapsed on the floor, crying.
The next night, Jolene met Ronnie at their gym. Jolene was doing her best to keep her brave face on. Ronnie gave her a quick smooch, then pulled Jolene over to the weights.
Jolene helped Ronnie pick out some of the lighter weights. She was noticing that Ronnie was definitely making gains. Her skinny arms were showing more of a tone, and her thighs were tightening up. Ronnie also liked to show off her belly, only her tummy was starting to shrink up and tighten as well.
As Ronnie did her bench press, Jolene had a look around as she spotted her girlfriend. A few of the men were stealing glances, and Jolene was pretty sure no one was looking at her anymore. Ronnie also had the uncomfortable habit of making exaggerated grunts every time she flexed or pushed, so she sounded like she was getting fucked every time she got on any equipment. Jolene would have appreciated it at any other time, but she felt like Ronnie was interfering with her routine.
Ronnie kicked her legs up to hoist her body up from the bench, then let out a whoop. "Wow! I can really feel that in my back." She turned to look at Jolene. "You show me!"
Ronnie got up and helped Jolene add more weight. Jolene was anxious to show off her strength. Her maximum weight was 115 pounds, but she decided to show off and put 130 on.
She got into position, while Ronnie spotted her. "Are you ready?" asked Ronnie.
"Ready!" said Jolene. She pushed the bar off and let it down. Ronnie had her hands hovering over the bar in case something went wrong.
Jolene let it come down, then realized she might be stuck. "Honey?" asked Ronnie. "Do you need help?"
Jolene had a small jolt in her head out of rage. She got angry at Ronnie asking her if
she
needed help! Jolene let out a loud growl as she suddenly pushed up, her face shaking and her lip pulled back in a sneer. The bar went back up as Jolene struggled and pushed it all the way up. Ronnie smiled as she helped Jolene get the bar back up on the rack.
Jolene let out a gasp as she sat up. Ronnie got next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Great job!"
Jolene was about to give her thanks when she looked in between her legs. A wet spot had appeared on her white shorts. She felt terribly embarrassed, realizing she had just peed herself a bit. It was not a full bladder release, but it was enough to be noticeable. She crossed her legs while on the bar. "Sweetheart, can we go now?"
Ronnie squatted down. "Uh, okay. Did you hurt yourself?"